(A lot of workers in my store, and even a couple of the regular customers, are always confusing me for another coworker in my department. We look similar in that we are both pale and have brown hair. I’m skinnier, have glasses, and my hair is shorter and darker, so neither of us understands why people are always confusing us. Our names aren’t similar at all. I’m in the produce section, talking to the assistant manager of produce, when this happens. I’m still in my uniform, including the name tag.)

Assistant Manager: “So has [My Name] put in for a transfer yet?”

Me: “What?”

Assistant Manager: “Has [My Name] put in for a transfer yet? She was looking to transfer, right?”

Me: “Um, I’m [My Name].”

Assistant Manager: “You are?”

Me: “Yes. I think you mean [Coworker].”

Assistant Manager: “Oh, right.”

Me: “I don’t think she’s put in for a transfer yet.”

(My coworker and I had a good laugh when I told her about this later. She has not requested a transfer, but she is considering it because of how management tends to treat our department.)